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Apart, our Souls, they linger lost. My hearts demise, is what you cost. No sunshine, no colour, only lonely frost. That litters this Soul... aside Ive been tossed. #TwinFlame
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
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Apart, our Souls, they linger lost. My hearts demise, is what you cost. No sunshine, no colour, only lonely frost. That litters this Soul... aside Ive been tossed. #TwinFlame
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
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